My family doesnt treat me like crap. They know that I have schizophrenia, but they also know that I am recovered with medication and I am doing perfectly well in school and my main hobby is ■■■■■■■ powerlifting. They cant call me stupid, half-ass, lazy, no, I make all A’s, squat twice my weight and deadlift nearly three times my weight, I have friends who I see nearly every single day and I dont abuse drugs or alcohol.
I am one of those completely recovered people, so I demand people to acknowledge that I exist. I am not a stereotypical mentally ill person, I have a good life AND schizophrenia. I went through hell to become who I am today. At family gatherings, which happen about once a month, everyone acknowledges that I exist and they treat me with love and respect. They are educated and moral Catholic people, they have respect for someone who has been to hell.
They are glad to hear that I am happy and healthy. They know that I am happy when I have school going well, I tend to get a little idle and unhappy if I am not productive. I even posted on here about feeling apathy and anger at myself when I had a month off of school and nothing to do except remember my past. Now I wake up with the entire day planned full of healthy things to do, I do well to keep from getting so bored that I ruminate…and I have plenty to ruminate on.